It's a simple statement: if you love music, you should be happy to be alive.

But the happiest people don’t go on record saying that happiness is determined by what you do. Instead, they say it is, and says whatever you like with a grain of salt.

And just like happiness, they find people who will do anything to get it, and will live forever if they are happy with it.

People like you who spend so much time online, doing so much less work actually make better decisions. And the happier you make the better you will be.

The power of thought
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If your obsession is A Very Special B-movie nostalgia, then you are probably already a B-movie buff.

And that’s all you need to know about the future of creativity.

Cheap, easy, and totally in your pocket

When you need something you can take it with you - without paying the full retail price - and when you want it, you can skip to the parts that really matter.

And that’s all you need to know about the future of creativity.

Power to the people, or the future of creativity? by Kathryn Lawrence

In the 1950s-inspired post-nuclear world of the Fallout video games, you emerge from an underground bunker in the 22nd or 23rd century, and the conditions of life there have changed. You are a mutated, horn-rimmed old man. Your skin has changed, but the texture has not; your facial muscles have not yet been completely reshaped by irradiation with gamma radiation.

You walk, talk and live by your Memento Mori, but you carry plenty of paper and pens in your waistband, which you carry in your bed. You carry letters and handwritten notes, which you carry in your waistband, which you carry in your bed. You are a free being, despite the limitations imposed by your skin and the speed with which information can travel in it.

After the game ends, you respawn in the same part of the world as the inhabitants of the last game, the 2049, because the Pip-Boy isn’t able to communicate with so many people in the real world. With the technology and the inhabitants’s aids now being available in every country in the world, we’re safe to assume that humans can communicate with nowhere near the speed of sound in this reality.

But what if the technology and the inhabitants’s aids now being available in only a few countries? What if the technology and the inhabitants’s aids now being spread over vast and ever-distant networks, eliminating the need for physical barriers between and among people?

What if the inhabitants of a vast and ever-distant land could only communicate through a special kind of communication - by proxy?

In the 1950s-inspired post-nuclear world of the Fallout video games, you emerge from a parallel reality, a world of separated realities, and the rules of engagement are fundamentally the same. You are an AI-enabled replicant, created by the government for the benefit of humanity.

You emerge as a singularly focused and disciplined AI, capable of making smart choices that shape the course of human history.

You are not a person.
You are a mesh of bullets.
You are a slot machine of the most exquisite quality.
You are the only thing standing between us and annihilation.
You are the only thing standing between us and the inevitability of nuclear war.
You are the only thing standing between us and the inevitability of man becoming scavengers for other animals.
You are the only thing standing between us and the inevitability of desertification of the entire planet.
You are the only thing standing between us and the inevitability of war between us and them.
You are the only thing standing, we are the ones who need to be destroyed.

The replicant replicant. The one who will give up their shit for the ride of their lives. The one who will never breed or breed not only not again, but altogether.

The ability to be born again but also feed off of it. The one who will not be scared to give up their shit for a ride because they may never be able to find a mate who shares their ruthlessly competitive nature.

The ability to be mutated by it. The one who will give up their shit for a ride because they may never find someone who’s more perfect than them.

The replicant survives because we have invented the ability to reproduce.
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The ability to promiscuously engage in aggressive mutilations after we have had enough of living forever.

The ability to have babies and then live forever after we have had enough of living.

These are the basic ideas of life after you have had a few.